5 kilometers per hour.

Another night underneath the dark
Where the wind carries the cold mile after mile
And I'm hundreds of miles away from where I was once
Our lives spread out are just too large
This is when I come to realize that this will never be what we thought it would be.
What we once believed.

I write a million messages, that you'll never read
I'm not sure why... as slowly I forget what I'm holding onto.
And my beliefs begin to fade away,
Because I'm holding onto something so far away
Am I always holding onto something so distant?

(This is not what I had hoped for)